The Scarred CEO's Secret Heirs

Aviah 's POV

The night before my wedding to August Westerfield, I was in a hotel room.

I opened my blurred eyes after drinking too much, only to notice something strange on the ceiling—a screen playing something that made my blood run cold.

“August, I’ve wanted you for so long. Finally, you’re mine. Tell me, who do you prefer—me or Aviah?”

That familiar voice sent a chill through me.

“You, of course, sweetheart.”

They wrapped themselves around each other and kissed fiercely. Watching them like that, I felt rage surge through me.

I tried to move, to confront them, but my body wouldn’t respond. Then I realized something even more horrifying—through the screen, I could see Scarlett Chambers looking at me.

It wasn’t my imagination. She was really watching me through the screen.

I remembered how, before my wedding to August, Scarlett had begged my father to let her handle all the wedding arrangements, including tonight’s party. She had organized everything.

And that champagne she had personally handed me—it had tasted strange. No wonder I felt so awful afterward.

She had drugged me.

This was all her doing.

She wanted me to watch her steal my fiancé.

That wretched bitch.

I wanted to kill her, but I couldn’t move a single muscle. Only my mind stayed frighteningly clear.

Just as my fury peaked, I heard the door open.

Someone walked in. The room was dark, and I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear his heavy breathing. A terrible realization hit me.

Without hesitation, he lunged at me. I could only watch in horror.

His hair was long, covering half his face. All I could make out were his thin lips.

He moved like a relentless beast, crashing into my body again and again, tearing through what was left of me.

I turned my eyes away and looked back at the screen, at my fiancé and my cousin. They were making love in front of me while I was being violated by a stranger.

Grief and betrayal twisted inside me. Their conversation made one thing clear—August wasn’t being forced.

Maybe the pain was too much. My consciousness began to slip. Before everything went black, I vaguely noticed a long scar across the man’s chest.

It stretched across almost his entire torso.

Then I fell into a dream.

In that dream, August and I got married. We had children. Our life was peaceful, harmonious, beautiful.

Then the noise outside the door jolted me awake.

I opened my eyes and saw my naked body and the tangled sheets, stark proof of what had happened last night.

It wasn’t a dream. It had all been real.

“Darling, are you awake? We should begin our long-awaited wedding ceremony.”

August’s voice came from outside the door, scraping against my nerves. I remembered clearly what he had done last night.

I wanted to yank the door open, slap him, expose everything, and humiliate him in front of everyone.

But I couldn’t.

Because last night, I had also been with another man.

Not by choice—but the fact remained.

No matter what, I had to get through today first. I could deal with the rest later.

The wedding of Aviah, daughter of Lakeview’s wealthiest man, could not be ruined. I couldn’t bear that humiliation.

Forcing down my fury, I answered as calmly as I could, “Just a moment. I’ll be right there.”

Soon, the ceremony began. Under the officiant’s guidance, we exchanged wedding rings.

Holding August’s arm, I forced a smile and greeted relatives, friends, and the city’s elite.

“I’m sorry, gentlemen. The most beautiful woman in Lakeview is now my wife. Forgive me for taking the dream girl you’ve all been pining for.”

“Is that so? Aviah has always been wonderful to me. In my heart, she’s an angel, and I’ll spend my life protecting her.”

“Rest assured, I’ll love only Aviah for the rest of my life. I won’t even look at another woman.”

Even as August praised me with eyes full of affection, all I felt was bitter irony.

I desperately wanted to confront him about last night.

But this wasn’t the moment.

As I drifted in thought, gasps rose around me.

I turned toward the sound. On the large screen, which should have been showing our wedding photos, a bedroom appeared instead. Two naked figures were tangled together in humanity’s most primal act.

The video didn’t show faces, but everyone knew the woman was me.

My head buzzed. I froze, staring in disbelief.

Last night had been recorded.

And now it was playing for everyone to see.

The admiring voices around me disappeared. I saw confusion on their faces and curiosity in their eyes.

In that instant, I knew it.

I was ruined.

Two furious male voices rang out, followed by Scarlett’s.

“Uncle Alexander, please don’t blame Aviah. She didn’t mean for this to happen. Maybe things aren’t what they seem.”

“Alexander, I considered you my best friend. Is this how you repay me? On my son’s wedding day, something like this happens—are you trying to destroy the Westerfield name?”

My father, Alexander Lynch, said nothing. I looked at him, burning with humiliation.

“Dad, let me explain.”

Then I caught sight of Scarlett smirking behind his back. I lifted my hand and pointed straight at her.

“It was her! She set me up!”

“Silence! After everything, you still refuse to repent and try to blame Scarlett? I raised you for over twenty years, and you... you’ve disappointed me beyond words!”

Scarlett quickly stepped in. “Aviah, I know you’ve looked down on me ever since I moved into your home. If blaming me makes you feel better, I don’t mind. Don’t worry. I know this isn’t your fault. I’ll make sure Uncle Alexander and everyone else forgives you.”

I felt sick listening to her false concern, watching her pretend to care.

Only now did I truly see her for what she was.

“Shut up, you bitch! You set me up, you—”

A slap cracked through the room.